Chapter 497 Lord who does not return

Black ash was falling from the sky.

As if the darkness was being peeled off little by little, the ashes fluttered and the ashes fluttered down, falling silently on the body of the tyrannical lieutenant who fell on his back.

His magical power disappears over time. The achromatic eyes turned here, and the screaming voice echoed.

"... why did you help ...?"

Hand gripping magician "Why didn't you avoid it? There must have been no magical power to fully use <>"

The bishop said.

"If I avoided, this world was sorry."

"You die instead" T ra nsl at ed b y Jpｍ tl.c oｍ

He does not reply.

I just stared at the void. A ray of tears spills from his achromatic eyes.

What in the chest? Just recently, I've just met for the first time, and I don't know.

"It's a magically inefficient body, and it'll last a few days."

"Oh……"

Without doing anything, the magical power is being sucked out from the roots of the tyrant. That may have been the reason that he could not endure long battles.

T r an slat e d by Ｊpｍt l.ｃ o ｍ "Reincarnation. If you don't have the power left, why not help?"

If you reincarnate into a better body, you can survive.

"In the Lord's world, is reincarnation common?"

"Can't you say you can't?"

The two lieutenants have an expression that cannot be neglected or affirmed.

"... I don't reincarnate ..."

Obviously the lieutenant said so.

"Why?"

"I have decided so. I will wait here until my Lord returns."

It was a determined face. It was said that he accepted destruction long ago.

Or maybe his body was long before fighting me.

"It's too late to come back tomorrow."

"Oh……"

"Where are you?"

The tyrant does not reply. I remember that lonely, noble expression.

He looked tired two thousand years ago. T r an s l at ed by jpｍtl.ｃo m

"Really"

I will never return, the Lord.

"... Sir ..."

The two lieutenants quietly open their mouths.

"... Why did Sir join the Academic League of Pablo Hetara ...?"

Is it a matter of concern before destruction? Probably not a small talk.

"I'm misunderstanding. There's no one aiming at my mother. Like Barzalondo, she wore a bubble and a wave emblem. So I tried to talk. I don't even know what Pablo Hetara was."

He's silent, looking at my face.

"No evidence. Listen."

"I can't help deceiving the perishing."

The bishop said. He was silent for a while, but soon opened his mouth again.

At this point, "... a strong man, will you come to regret ...?"

I nodded. If you're leaving, it's a good idea to unload even a little.

"Speak to your heart. Bring your honor to the tomb."

Slightly, the lieutenant loosens his expression. He started speaking in a whispered voice. Trans l ated b y jpmtl.ｃ o ｍ

"Ginsuigaku Pablohetara is a symbol of an old, huge, and bad hierarchy. They continue to exploit the foamy world unilaterally."

Exploitation is not calm, but I don't know if it's a foamy world.

"... The foamy world is an undeveloped world. In the hometown of Sir, there will be a world god. is there"

Seeing my reaction, the tyrant adds that explanation.

"But in the foam world there is no fit, the world does not evolve, and the world god is not born, so the foam dwellers are unaware that there is outside the world."

So that's it. The situation in Militia is a little different.

"The mechanism may be complicated for a Sir who has just entered the Ginsui Holy Sea, but Pablo Hetara is robbing significant magical power from the foam world."

It is not hard to imagine. Until recently, something was robbed of the Militia world.

"Fire dew?"

"Surely sensible. In this silvery waters, the shallow dwellers are taken away by the deeper dwellers. Even their lives are very easy. The dwellers of the foamy world cannot even notice it. There is nothing outside the world, it looks as if it is order. ''

Eques said the fire dew had been consumed to maintain the world.

I guess he didn't even know. I believe I was robbing, and that it was robbed.

"My Lord is a smasher of the evil hierarchy; undefeated and proud; a free wind blowing in this orderly controlled sea, but with a smile over any deadline But there was an inevitable wall of death. ''

The ruffled voice sounded heavily.

"Strong, strong, above all, a wall of death. I could retreat, but the Lord jumped into the dead without hesitation for my benefactor. Tr an s la t e d b y jp ｍ tl .ｃo ｍ

Cut the word, he says.

"My Lord, the Tyrant"

The tone has changed to a gentle and polite one, unlike before.

"It's just unbalanced and inefficient."

Glow your evil eye and look into the abyss of a man in front of you.

"The body is not yours."

"It is an important body that was entrusted when the Lord went to the dead area."

There is an inseparable connection between the root and the body.

Resuscitation Even if the body disappears, if you use <>, it will return to its original state because the root remembers the outline of the body.

When another source is put into a body that has no original source, it cannot move properly.

Manipulating it so freely means that this man also has extraordinary power, but therefore consumes a great deal of magical power and is running out of life.

"If the two lieutenants were gone, the whole area would fall into the hands of Pablohetara. The Lord said that he would not wait. Protect him."

Even while saying so, the magical power of the man disappears. The strength that does not scare the fireball of destruction, but there is no shadow to see anymore.

"I have been waiting here in this land. I will keep the name of the two tyrants and protect this sea from them. I believe that the Lord will come back someday. Long, long, far away Keep waiting for years "

The subordinates of the tyrant hold the fist. It's so weak that you don't even think.

"Nevertheless, the lieutenant did not return. I realized for the first time that I made a mistake. The lieutenant may have told me to protect myself. I can't return anymore, so I won't wait ... paint……"

Regrets fall out of his mouth.

"... I kept waiting for the Lord without returning ..."

The hurt voice was like his own wounded.

"I should have stopped, even with my lord going to the dead. I missed the opportunity, survived my life with my congratulations, and did not even understand what to do, but just dumbly. "

He is stuck in words.

"... and vaguely ..."

The squeezing voice echoes the sorrow.

"... I was just waiting ..."

He would have wanted to die with the Lord. It was not allowed.

"At least, I wanted to keep my name. As long as the name of the two lords roared in the Ginsui Holy Sea, the Lord was still alive. I believed so, I deceived myself and survived to this day. As long as this lieutenant's body is here, the wind of freedom blows, and he certainly keeps guarding this sanctuary of the Silver Water Sacred Sea ... "

He has survived to this day, inheriting the name of the body of the tyrant.

To fulfill the feelings of the deceased lord.

"... That's it, it's over ... I couldn't do anything."

You must have noticed from the beginning. What would not have come true would have been known.

Still, he died as a butler at the will of the Lord.

"... I can't return the benefits I received from the lieutenant, and I'm decayed here alone ..."

Looking up to heaven, the man said.

"It's a vacant sentiment. You may have thought that miracles might happen someday if you waited, and only keep your name. You may have thought you'd praise me. ''

Tears spill out of the achromatic eyes.

"The Lord who said not to wait could not praise me for waiting."

He said, looking to the heavens where black ash fell.

"If it were to come true, I wanted to keep waiting forever ..."

It must have been the only wish left to the man who lost the Lord. It's a fleeting hope, like falling into straw.

"Is the Lord who never returns, forever?"

"... maybe stupid, but ..."

"Go pick me up"

The reply is interrupted. The buttocks of the bizarre stare at me silently.

"I'll give up only after searching for the Lord and confirming that I'm sure it's gone. It's probably because I've died and turned around and forgot my memory."

I say to the dying man.

"Is it another person ...?"

"It may look like that. He will never return, but nothing at the bottom of him remains the same."

A slight light dwells in the achromatic eyes.

"At least it was in my world. There is a possibility."

But the man rejected and stared at heaven.

"... If I could meet you a little sooner ... I'll find my life longer to find the tyrant ..."

"Do you want to keep your name and vessel until the last moment?"

The man speaks affirmatively. When the roots disappear, the body of the tyrant becomes a mere corpse.

If you throw away your vessels and survive, you've probably been reincarnated.

This body is the only proof of his loyalty to his lord.

That's silly. Stupid, stupid, how noble.

He knew that the Lord would never return, but still protected his name and body. If you are a bizarre lord, you're trying to believe in hopes that a miracle may happen until the very last moment.

"I'll protect the name and vessel of the Tyrant instead. I have too much magical power. There's no way to keep that vessel."

"... It might be possible for the Lord, but ..."

"If you don't trust me, I'll let you borrow my body for a while. You can use that much of that person's body. You can use that much magic. If you don't use the magic to maintain the vessel, you'll recover a bit. That's it. "

The buttocks of the two tyrants shut their mouths and showed a pretense of thinking.

"... What can I do for Sir?"

"I'm just out of my world. I don't know anything outside the world, like the Silver Water Holy Sea."

"Do you want information?"

"one more"

Laughing grinning, I said.

"Both would be friends who played ball games."

He rounded his eyes, astonished.

"... When has it been sincere for others?"

The man slightly loosened his cheeks.

Fusion reincarnation "But it's still too late. I have lost the power to keep my original shape because I am reincarnated in the Lord's body. The only thing you can do is to reincarnate in a form that fuses with others. Unlike ordinary reincarnation magic, you will not lose memory, but you will not be able to coexist for a long time. , And we will begin to take over, merging the roots without regard to my will. ''

Unlike normal reincarnation magic, do you lose your memories? Reincarnation <> You should be able to keep your memory, but is it the cost of forgetting your body shape?

I have never tried it. Anyway, can you not reincarnate unless you fuse with others?

"That would only slightly extend my life. If I could be helped, only the tyrants who remember their original body shape."

"I don't care"

I approached him and reached out.

"... Why did I just meet so far ..."

"You can't be happy with other people's bodies. You should have known from the beginning that your life would be limited if you went to battle. But you continued to protect the Lord's body and name. There were a lot of people in my life who hurried to death. ''

He gazes at his outstretched hand.

"What's under him ...?"

"I have time, I will never go back."

The man says with a sad expression.

"It must be boring."

"What worked for my whole life. I would be in trouble if I didn't play."

The man smiled lonely. Then I slowly stretched out my weak hand and grabbed my hand.

Butler who waited for the Lord who did not return. I felt the word of vain sentiment he had heard reaching deep in his chest.

This man may have received my words that gave him time.

"... What are you going to do to reward me? ...?"

"Now, if you can meet the Lord safely, let me know. Let's play with three people."

It might have been a promise that would never have come true. Still, the man exhaled and said,

"The Lord will surely be with his lieutenant."

He concentrates his magic on the palm, as determined.

"The pain of root fusion is unimaginable. We need to eliminate fusion. Are there any measures?"

"Well, do you need to take action? Be careful. My body is not livable, though urgent."

Say, draw a magic circle.

Demon King Army "<>"

Connect the magic line with the body of the tyrant.

The magical power of destruction that usually cancels out inside the source flows directly into the body.

A normal body would perish without endurance, but the tyrant is extraordinarily strong. Even the spilled magic will keep the vessel for a while.

Fusion reincarnation "<>"

He closes his eyes and draws a magic circle on his hand. Gaku-kun, and the power of the predator lose power, and another kind of magic begins to appear in my body.

Fusion reincarnation has begun.